The Veil Parts...

The Veil parts
Where once was peace
Reveals a raging storm.

A storm thought ended, but not
The peace of the eye of a hurricane
Was all that was experienced.

Time passes, time flows
But the past tidal currents
Flow up to the present.

A storm violent, a storm long
No end in sight, no hope at the outset
No Wilson the volleyball for company.

As I sit, the storm rages
Wondering if it is blunder
Wondering if it is safe to venture out.

No way to measure wind speed,
No stars to see, no light given
only the light of a torch to guide the way.

Flickering, flickering,
The wind, the rain and darkness
Threaten to put out the light.

No shelter to say in, no haven to rest
Must keep walking, lest the light be lost.
And so I trudge ever forward...

Hoping for the end to the storm,
Hoping to see the sun, stars or moon,
A little light in the never ending darkness.

And thus I walk, with a downcast face
Cold, wet, hungry and tired
Hoping hoping for the respite of the storm.